Lydia Moorestown Lenola Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, she’s wild, man! Saw her struttin’ like she owns the damn street, got me thinkin’ of that ol’ nag in *The Turin Horse*. You know, “The wind blows where it will,” all moody and shit. She’s out there, hair all messy, probs smells like cheap booze and regret. Rarrgh! Makes me wanna roar, ya feel? Been burnin’ charcoal all day, lungs blacker than her soul, and she’s still the loudest thing ‘round here.

Living in Moorestown-Lenola, NJ

Moorestown-Lenola is like a patchwork of cool nooks. There's Maple Street, where old brick shops line the road, always buzzin’ with chatter. Then ya got River Road, right by the Lenola River. Watched sunsets there – "Life's a dark ocean, ain't it?" kinda vibes, ya know? And omg, Riverside Park – epic window to nature's soul. I always sit there, at the rusty benches near the water, thinkin’ deep (and sometimes a lil smirk escapes).

Warehouse plan would cut down all but nine of 236 trees on a site in Moorestown